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Authors: Morgan Ashbury
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Godmother when you need one?”
“Perhaps,” he whispered as he bent forward to kiss her lips lightly, “you and I wore the poor dear out.”
Her amusement, so easy and relaxed, soothed his soul and eased his aches.
“Maybe we did. I have a bit of an idea. How about if I share it with you at the same time we share a shower?”
“Is it only a shower you wish to share?” She smiled when he played his hands across her bottom, when he pulled her into his erection.
“Of course not. But dinner is only an hour from now.”
“One of the good things about being the king is I can put dinner off an hour or so if I choose to.”
* * * *
There was nothing Hannah liked more than to have her entire family gathered around her for a good meal. Craig and Pam had only been in Boisdemer for a week, and the novelty of looking around a table and seeing all her children and grandchildren seated together was still fresh.
Tonight, for once, the dining table in the formal dining room didn’t look too big. Eighteen place settings gleamed white and gold under the crystal chandeliers. The Waterford sparkled and the silverware—pure silver—shone with a deep, rich hue.
She felt her face color when, en masse, the family, including the visiting royals, rose to their feet as Alex escorted her into the room. He shot her a rueful grin that told her he understood her discomfort and she squeezed his hand to let him know it was all right.
“Please, everyone, sit,” he said as they made their way to the other end of the table.
Alex stood with her, beside her chair, and together they faced the others.
“Catharine and Philip, tomorrow you will become husband and wife, and with Jamie begin a new life together. I don’t have words adequate enough, Catharine, to tell you how very proud I am to welcome you and Jamie to our family. In the short time I’ve known you, you’ve already become a daughter to me, and Jamie, I already consider to be my first grandson. I love you both very, very much.”
Hannah saw the tears in Catharine’s eyes, and felt her own mist when she got up from her place, came over to Alex, and hugged him tight. The words Alex had just lavished upon her, though he’d claimed them to be insufficient, were, Hannah knew, more than her own father had ever given her.
When her daughter had taken her seat, Alex resumed his speech.
“Peter and Rachel, I’d about given up hope that you would open your eyes and see how perfect you are for each other. Your wedding, in three months time, will be a joyous occasion. A man can never have too many sons, and though I have considered you to be one since you came to us, Peter, it gives me enormous pride and satisfaction knowing that you will be a son in fact as well as in sentiment.
“It is not that unusual, that a brother and a sister marry a brother and a sister. This is a double bond between the Jones and the de la Croix families. A bond that is about to become even stronger.”
Hannah saw the smiles begin to spread on the faces of their children. Alex must have seen it too, for he returned their smiles and nodded.
“To my great happiness and eternal gratitude, Hannah has finally agreed to become my wife.”
* * * *
Alex’s heart filled with love as his children and Hannah’s cheered and clapped. There was a flurry of activity as they were hugged and congratulated. His guests and good friends, the Benets, were smiling hugely.
“We must have a toast!” Eduard declared.
“Absolutely,” he agreed. Once everyone was seated, he signaled the staff. Champagne corks popped, and sparkling vintage danced into glasses.
Eduard proposed the first toast, to the happiness of the king and the future queen of Boisdemer. Then there came the tributes from their offspring. Alex knew he was grinning like an idiot, but he couldn’t help it. He was the happiest, and luckiest, man in the world.
“I think we need another one!”
Alex turned his attention to his soon-to-be
“Perhaps,” he whispered as he bent forward to kiss her lips lightly, “you and I wore the poor dear out.”
Her amusement, so easy and relaxed, soothed his soul and eased his aches.
“Maybe we did. I have a bit of an idea. How about if I share it with you at the same time we share a shower?”
“Is it only a shower you wish to share?” She smiled when he played his hands across her bottom, when he pulled her into his erection.
“Of course not. But dinner is only an hour from now.”
“One of the good things about being the king is I can put dinner off an hour or so if I choose to.”
* * * *
There was nothing Hannah liked more than to have her entire family gathered around her for a good meal. Craig and Pam had only been in Boisdemer for a week, and the novelty of looking around a table and seeing all her children and grandchildren seated together was still fresh.
Tonight, for once, the dining table in the formal dining room didn’t look too big. Eighteen place settings gleamed white and gold under the crystal chandeliers. The Waterford sparkled and the silverware—pure silver—shone with a deep, rich hue.
She felt her face color when, en masse, the family, including the visiting royals, rose to their feet as Alex escorted her into the room. He shot her a rueful grin that told her he understood her discomfort and she squeezed his hand to let him know it was all right.
“Please, everyone, sit,” he said as they made their way to the other end of the table.
Alex stood with her, beside her chair, and together they faced the others.
“Catharine and Philip, tomorrow you will become husband and wife, and with Jamie begin a new life together. I don’t have words adequate enough, Catharine, to tell you how very proud I am to welcome you and Jamie to our family. In the short time I’ve known you, you’ve already become a daughter to me, and Jamie, I already consider to be my first grandson. I love you both very, very much.”
Hannah saw the tears in Catharine’s eyes, and felt her own mist when she got up from her place, came over to Alex, and hugged him tight. The words Alex had just lavished upon her, though he’d claimed them to be insufficient, were, Hannah knew, more than her own father had ever given her.
When her daughter had taken her seat, Alex resumed his speech.
“Peter and Rachel, I’d about given up hope that you would open your eyes and see how perfect you are for each other. Your wedding, in three months time, will be a joyous occasion. A man can never have too many sons, and though I have considered you to be one since you came to us, Peter, it gives me enormous pride and satisfaction knowing that you will be a son in fact as well as in sentiment.
“It is not that unusual, that a brother and a sister marry a brother and a sister. This is a double bond between the Jones and the de la Croix families. A bond that is about to become even stronger.”
Hannah saw the smiles begin to spread on the faces of their children. Alex must have seen it too, for he returned their smiles and nodded.
“To my great happiness and eternal gratitude, Hannah has finally agreed to become my wife.”
* * * *
Alex’s heart filled with love as his children and Hannah’s cheered and clapped. There was a flurry of activity as they were hugged and congratulated. His guests and good friends, the Benets, were smiling hugely.
“We must have a toast!” Eduard declared.
“Absolutely,” he agreed. Once everyone was seated, he signaled the staff. Champagne corks popped, and sparkling vintage danced into glasses.
Eduard proposed the first toast, to the happiness of the king and the future queen of Boisdemer. Then there came the tributes from their offspring. Alex knew he was grinning like an idiot, but he couldn’t help it. He was the happiest, and luckiest, man in the world.
“I think we need another one!”
Alex turned his attention to his soon-to-be
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